I was having a conversation with somebody the other day - I don't remember who - about growing up in the 70s. I was born in 1971. And it’s only when you really think back, or your ailing memory is jogged by something, that you start to realise how much times have changed since you … Continue reading You Don’t Know You’re Born!
The other weekend, I was fortunate enough to meet up with my mother, sister, brother, and sister-in-law (plus kids, of course). It has become a yearly tradition whereby we all meet at a certain point on Swansea beach on my late-sister’s birthday. We sit on her bench (which bears her name on a plaque that … Continue reading Outside the Box
In recent months, I’ve noticed a number of vloggers and bloggers writing or reading an open ‘Letter/Note to My Younger/Former Self’ (sometimes it's future self [Captain Kirt, Rahul Singh]) It’s an exercise in writing a letter to your childhood/juvenile self; things you would like to tell the mini-you of a bygone era if you had the chance. … Continue reading Note to Self
The other day, I had occasion to find myself in a completely empty Catholic church (I have my reasons). And as I knelt there, trying to find a comfortable way to kneel in a slightly-too-narrow pew, the experience began to conjure up all kinds of childhood memories. I was raised a Catholic, and I still … Continue reading Peace Be With You